The week before we were married Mark went to get his hair cut.
The salon, very kind description, was in the main street of Chatswood.
He was asked if it was for anything important.
So he told them he was getting married and having his honeymoon in Asia.
"Well", the hair artiste said, "it's very humid in the east, I think a gentle body wave would be perfect, you wont have to worry about your hair at all".
Not that he ever had.
As described by him, "They put me in the front window, with a condom over my head and then dragged out pieces of my hair with a crotchet hook". Maybe he was also getting some blond tips, always a good idea.
His hair was blow dried and off he went.
Next morning, had a shower, off to work. Clocked himself in the rear vision mirror in his car and nearly drove off the road. The perm had really kicked in.
I married him and his head looked like a testicle. He's got a really big forehead.
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